Are unpublished writers necessarily artists in the ideal sense? Or might their speculative efforts also serve a practical purpose by promoting their very survival?
Order may be necessary for human survival, but it can also induce cultural demise if not understood and periodically updated.
A good poem is probably the hardest thing to write. The temptation to superimpose grandiose symbolism over actual experience derails many efforts from the start.
Writing a book takes much effort, but sometimes an author gets lucky. On occasion words flow from beginning to end without much rearrangement.
A psychological component to any serious work of fiction is essential. So is some kind of cultural analysis.